Paranormal Quotes - Page 11

Fire.
I see it everywhere.

He does seem rather taken with you,” Jacques said, almost sending Ignatius off bleating with laughter. The man sounded quite perplexed and put out that the horseman had chosen another over him.
“The same could be said of you,” Ignatius reminded him, thinking of a forced seduction by chicken.

So how did it go?
I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. Um... it's still going, I whispered.
It's still going? Then what are you doing calling me?
Well... it's just that...
What?
How could I put this? I can't find his penis.
Claire paused for half a second. How drunk are you?

I dropped my dress to the floor and sat on the sofa with renewed determination. This man was going to have sex with me whether he liked it or not.

When an answer finally comes to me, I know I've completely lost all my wits - or as my mama used to tell my father, I have a few screws loose.

Good news is, we're annoying him. Bad news is, we're all going to die painfully.

Mrs. Pott's beady black eyes narrowed,"Do you know how many glass slippers I have to stitch when I get home? There's a Mad Hatter serenading a toaster as we speak. There could be mayhem wreaking havoc all over the love in New Gotham, granted what thankless ingrates you are. But here I am! I've taken a chance on you..

Mrs. Potts beady black eyes narrowed,"Do you know how many glass slippers I have to stitch when I get home? There's a Mad Hatter serenading a toaster as we speak. There could be mayhem wreaking havoc all over the love in New Gotham, granted what thankless ingrates you are. But here I am!

That's it? That's all that happens after you topple from grace? We lose our rubies and rations?" Marshall smirked. "Woe is me.

I spread my arms. “In the Rainbow Jungles of Ever there lives what I affectionately call, killer ducks.

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.

Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they had that attention and those answers, they complained about them.

He’s jealous because lions are better hunters.”-Monroe
“Are you compensating for something, Monroe?” -Bastian

Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now.

A road trip with your ancient mommy is just what you need after falling off a mountain and having your soul ripped out by your best friend.

My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.

Shadows of the world made shadows of the heart much deeper.

My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.

Change your mind and change your whole life experience.